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“I take it you’re Michael,” she said. “The emotion reader with the attitude problem who’s continually doing stupid things for girls.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“Lia”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“Well, this is awkward,” Lia commented, looking from one boy to the other. “Are you two going to start braiding each other’s hair next?”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Instinct

“I am so lucky. I have a beautiful house, a fulfilling career, and a husband who is kind and mild mannered and incredibly handsome. And as Nate pulls the car onto the road and starts driving in the direction of the school, all I can think to myself is that I hope a truck blows through a stop sign, plows into the Honda, and kills us both instantly.”
― Freida McFadden, The Teacher

“And I’m terrified that the moment I get her alone, I will wrap my fingers around her pretty, white neck and squeeze the life out of her.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“Or maybe he’ll crash his Dodge and he’ll never be home again.”
― Freida McFadden, The Boyfriend

“You should be the one locked up here, Amy.”
― Freida McFadden, Ward D

“I love her, Gibs. So much. Balls much.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Boom, boom, fucking boom.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Hi, Johnny.” “Boom, boom, fucking boom, Da,” I groaned, slapping a hand against my chest. “I’m done for.”
― Chloe Walsh, Binding 13

“Gibsie nodded. “And your heart?” I narrowed my eyes. “What about it?” “It’s not going boom, boom, fucking boom today?”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“Mammy Kavanagh will have my balls and I’ll end up sharing a surgeon with you.”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“There’s movement on the western front,” Claire announced from her perch on the windowsill in her bedroom. “The front door’s opening—slowly. Nope, it’s closing again. Oh wait, it’s opening again. Make a decision, dammit! Oh wait, I can see one teenage male—no, make that two. They’re both together, no surprises there. B2 is locking the front door. He’s saying something to B1, and they’re both pushing each other. Looks like they’re arguing… Oh, oh, they’re walking toward his car now… No, no, they’ve changed course. They’re crossing the road. Getting closer, closer, closer—”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“Lad, I think I love your girlfriend,”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“You stole her children?”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“I don’t care,” he whispered, dropping a kiss to my hair. “I love fish, I love you, and I still want to eat you for dinner.” “Not as much as chicken,” I sniffled. “I fucking love chicken,”
― Chloe Walsh, Keeping 13

“You’re a lucky young fella to have a father like that.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“I wouldn’t be able to do it. I would have to work during the day, and maybe some nights, too. I couldn’t look after the baby. But I couldn’t leave them to look after the baby, either. For fuck’s sake.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“No.” “Yes.” “You’re not coming with me.” “Oh yes I am.” Joey stared at me in horror, walls shooting back up at a rapid rate. “In what alternate universe did I give you the impression that I would want you to come with me?” “How about the universe where you quit pretending that my mere presence irritates you and admit that you adore the ground I walk on.” His mouth fell open. “I do not.” “You do too.” Smiling up at him, I patted his shoulder. “Friend.” “I’m not your—” “Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“I needed something stronger.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“Finish that sentence,” I said coldly. “Go on, I dare you. See what happens.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“So, you like the color yellow?” “It recently became my favorite.” “Is that so?” “That’s so, Molloy.” “My favorite color is yellow, too.” “It’s a good color on you.” “I look even better when I take it off.” Feeling mischievous, I purred, “You’re so sure of us being incompatible, but I wonder if that might change if I sat on your lap. Hmm? Do you think we’d find common ground there, Joe?” “Why don’t you take a seat, and we’ll find out.” “Wh-what?” Thrown off-kilter by his flirtatious attack, I frowned at him. “What are you doing?” “What are you doing?” “You’re flirting with me.” “You’re flirting with me.” “So?” I scoffed. “I always flirt with you.” He grinned. “Well, maybe I’ve decided to change tactics.” “By flirting?” “Well.” He shrugged. “Being an asshole doesn’t seem to be working in my favor, does it?” “But you’re so good at being an asshole.” “Come closer and I’ll show you how good I can be in other ways.” “Okay, now you’re freaking me out,” I choked, springing away from him. “Stop this right now and give me back my asshole.” Laughing, Joey wheeled himself back under the car. “You lost that round, Molloy.” “I didn’t lose,” I huffed. “You changed the rules.” “Yeah, yeah,” he called out from under the car. “Go and buy your shoes, princess.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“Yeah.” She exhaled a cloud of smoke. “From what I hear, that blond in your class has some big plans for you.” “Who?” My heart did a flip in my chest. “Aoife?” Sam snorted. “You wish.” Yeah, I did. Regularly.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“You hate me.” “No.” “You’re mad at me.” “Yes.” “You want to scream at me.” “Because I—” Stopping short before I blew a gasket, I released a furious growl and tried to regain some control before speaking again. “I’m not turning my back on you, Molloy.” “Prove it.” “How?” “Give me a hug.” “Molloy.” “Hug me, Joe.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“You, Molloy.” Shaking his head, he stared up at my face and released an amused sigh. “Always you.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“The quintessential lost boy.” Her lips grazed mine as she spoke. “Don’t worry, Peter Pan, I’ll be your Wendy.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“First.” He eyed me carefully and asked, “Do you love my daughter?” Heart thumping violently in my chest, I felt myself nod. “Entirely.” And then I heard myself say, “For about five years now.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“Don’t worry, Aoife, love,” Mam offered then. “Dad didn’t have to pay Joey too much to go out with you.” More eruptions of laughter unfolded. “Ah, don’t you take any notice of them, pet,” Dad crooned through fits of laughter. “It only cost me a fiver.” “I hate you all,” I announced dramatically, and then waved a finger in Joey’s amused face. “Especially you, turncoat.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“Dad hit Shannon,” Tadhg bit out. “So I hit Dad.” He spat out another glob of bloodied snot. “Dad hits harder.”
― Chloe Walsh, Saving 6

“I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn't seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
"Blue," I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless